Author's website: http://writingonthewall.slashcity.net/~angelise7/index.html
This work is not intended as an infringement upon the rights of those that own these characters and is meant solely for non-profit entertainment purposes only. Original characters--Sharrie, Dawn and Chloe do belong to me and I'll play with them as I see fit. ;-)
Young love relationship. James is in high school.

This story is a sequel to: Work of Desire, Chapter 15

"Come on, Si. Let me go with you."

"No."

"Si."

"James."

"You know you want me with you." James tweaked his lover's tits while thrusting up to meet the monstrous shaft that was currently fucking his ass. "You know you need me by your side to protect Super Dick here." Reaching between his legs, James squeezed Simon's cock before it disappeared inside his ass again.

"And just what . . ." Simon groaned when his nipples were repeatedly twisted and tugged on. "And just what makes you think I need protecting while I'm in Seattle?"

Cursing the awkward position his broken leg forced them to take when fucking, James hooked his good leg around Simon's waist before stretching up as far as he could and nipping the older man's chin. "Si, the minute any man or woman gets a look at Super Dick here, they're gonna be all over you."

Simon lifted one hand off the rock hard buttcheek he was gripping and stroked his index finger down James' crack and in and out of his ass, invading the stretched hole just enough to shock his young lover. Appreciating the way the anal muscles instinctively clamped down on both his finger and his erection, he claimed James' gasp of surprise with a bruising kiss. "Super Dick," he said once he had thoroughly investigated James' mouth, "will be just fine on his own. And I promise to keep him tucked safely away while I'm gone."

Taking hold of James' cock, he quickly jerked him off and the moment the teen shot his load, Simon released the ring restraining his erection and let loose his own release. He was still shaking uncontrollably when James wrapped his arms around him and expertly flipped them over, somehow managing to maintain their connection despite the dead weight of the cast on his leg.

Gathering James close, the blind artist buried his face in the damp crook of the teen's neck and offered his nightly appeal to the angels that hid in the darkness.

//Please don't ever take James away from me.//

"Si?"

"Hmmm?" Simon skimmed his hands up and down James' bare back, moving them lower and lower with each pass until they finally came to rest on the youth's rump. As he did each time they had anal sex, Simon placed the tips of his fingers on either side of James' hole and held them there, waiting patiently for when his penis would shrink enough to slip out of his lover's ass. The moment that occurred he would slide his fingers inside the relaxed sphincter so that he could feel the liquid heat of his seed as it spilled out of James' body.

"Si, did you fall asleep?"

Realizing he had, indeed, almost surrendered to the siren call of Mr. Sandman, Simon shook his head and chuckled. "Sorry, Tiger. It's been a long day."

Mindful of where his lover's fingers were, James pushed himself up on his hands and smiled down at the man lying beneath him. "What time are we leaving tomorrow?"

"There is no we, James. You are going to school. End of discussion."

"Fuck school. I wanna go with you." James cupped the side of Simon's face with one hand. "I need to go with you. Hell, Simon, it was my stupidity that caused you to cut your hand in the first place. Let me come with you to see this specialist."

"If you didn't have finals to take, I would be more than happy to have you with me. But you've got both a Chemistry //and// a Physics test to take and I'll be damned if you're gonna skip those just so you can sit in a waiting room while they do surgery on my hand." Simon turned his head to the side and tried to take the sting out of his words by kissing James' hand repeatedly. "I would give anything to have you by my side, Tiger, but not at the cost of your education."

Simon grunted in pain when James's body abruptly lifted off his and the abrasive texture of the teen's cast made contact with the sensitive flesh of his groin. The black man cupped his scraped penis with one hand while reaching for James with the other and a sigh of frustration slipped out when he discovered the teen had moved to the farthest edge of the bed. "James, what are you doing?"

Silence answered his question.

"James, I'm only going to be gone one day. The procedure is considered outpatient surgery and I'll be back home by late evening." Simon shifted closer to James and laid his hand on the youth's back. "James. Come on. You know I need you in my arms in order to sleep."

James shook off his touch and moved even further away. Simon felt a sudden rush of anger and yanked back his hand. "For god's sake, James, it's only one fucking day. Quit acting like it's the end of the world."

Again silence was his only answer. Refusing to give in to his petulant lover, Simon shifted back over to his side of the bed and after thumping his pillow into shape, settled down to sleep. James was not skipping school, no matter what, and if the teenager didn't like it, well, that was just tough shit.

Knowing full well his anger wouldn't allow him one minute of rest, Simon ran his hands over his face and sighed wearily before turning on his side, his blind eyes helplessly searching for his lover's form.

"I love you, James."

The darkness refused his peace offering.

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James huddled forlornly on the bottom step of the stairs that led down from the left side of the porch. He watched Simon's chauffer place his employer's briefcase inside the Mercedes Benz. Simon was scheduled to leave in a few minutes and James was still trying to think of a way to apologize to his lover.

"I'm so fucked up, Jeffrey," James admitted to the dog sitting beside him. "Acted like a total jerk last night." Jeffrey nudged James' hand and woofed softly. "And yeah..." the teen glanced down at the yellow Lab and nodded in agreement. "And yeah, this morning, too." James had rebuffed all of Simon's attempts at making up, refusing his kisses and pulling away whenever the blind man reached out for him. "Sometimes I wonder why Si puts up with me. I'm sure he's had other lovers who didn't put him through half the hell I have."

A slobbery tongue slathered the side of his face and James laughed as he hugged the dog to his side. "I know he loves me. It's just . . . ." Grabbing the stair railing, James pulled himself up when he saw Dawn lead Simon down the porch's center steps and toward the car. "People leave me all the time," he confessed to the dog. Giving the Lab a final hug, he released his hold and watched the dog race off to join his owner. "And sometimes, they don't come back," James whispered to himself as he placed his crutches under his arms.

The Mercedes' engine gunned to life as soon as Simon was seated and the car slowly pulled away from the house. Before it could exit the circular drive, James was hurtling himself past a shocked Dawn and across the lawn, throwing himself in front of the custom-made vehicle.

"Wait," he yelled, slamming his hands down on the hood and scaring the shit out of old Lester. Grinning at the stunned look on the chauffeur's face, James tossed his crutches to the ground and moved down the side of the car, throwing open the back passenger door much to Jeffrey's delight. He ignored the Lab's eager welcome and slid across the seat to wrap his arms around Simon's shoulders.

"I'm sorry. I'm so goddamn sorry." Starting with Simon's mouth, James kissed his way down the man's body, shoving clothes out of the way as he apologized profusely. "Forgive me, Si. Forgive me for being such a prick last night and this morning." James undid Simon's belt buckle and swiftly unzipped his trousers, easing out the man's dick and kissing its head.

"I love you, Si. I love you more than anybody or anything and I just don't like being away from you." Spreading Simon's legs wide, James stretched out on his side and proceeded to give the older man the best damn blowjob of his life. He groaned with relief when Simon's fingers tenderly caressed his cheek before tangling in his hair and guiding the rhythm of his movements.

Soon his mouth was filled with the tart, salty flavor of Simon's cum and James hurriedly pushed himself upright so that he could share the taste with his out of breath lover. "Good luck with the surgery, Si, and . . ." James captured Simon's hand and kissed its scarred palm. ". . . come home as soon as possible. I'll be fucking miserable until you're back here with me."

Simon's arms closed around his upper torso and attempted to hug the breath right out of him. "I'll be back as soon as I can," the artist whispered in his ear.

"Promise?" Once free of Simon's arms, James bent to the task of straightening his lover's clothes. "Try and get back before supper and I'll cook us up some of that world famous Ellison stir-fry."

"It's a deal, Tiger."

James took a second to memorize the smile of love on Simon's face before scooting out of the car. He banged on the roof, giving the okay for Lester to pull away. A look of surprise crossed his face when his crutches miraculously appeared out of nowhere, and upon swiveling his head to the side, he saw Dawn standing next to him.

"This surgery Si's having, it's gonna fix it so he can sculpt again?" he asked the redhead.

"According to Dr. Morgan it will."

James collected the backpack Dawn handed him and followed her to her car. "I hope it does. Simon's a real bear when he's not sculpting."

"And whose fault is that?"

Taking a seat in the back of Dawn's Mustang, James ignored the woman's sarcastic question and dug out his Chemistry book. A minute later, the sound of his unexpected laughter caused Dawn to glance in her rearview mirror and look confusedly at him.

"Something funny about the periodic table?"

"Nope, nothing funny."

"Men!" Dawn snorted and returned her attention to the road, never noticing the enthusiastic way her passenger was licking his lips clean.

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"Thanks for the ride, Rafe." James threw a final wave at his friend before hobbling up the stairs and into the kitchen. He was grabbing a Coke from the fridge when the phone rang. Tucking the glass bottle beneath his chin, James reached for the cordless sitting on the kitchen island.

"Banks residence."

"James, is that you?"

"Sally!" James stretched out one arm and snagged the bottle opener, popping the cap off his Coke and taking a huge swallow of the cold beverage. "What's up? How's your Mom?"

"Doing much better now that we've moved her in with my sister, Gwynn. James, I called to tell you your father will be returning home in two weeks. Stevie called me this morning and told me the news."

"Shit!" James slammed his Coke down on the counter in an unexpected fit of anger. He, in no way, was looking forward to his dad's return. In fact, he could've cared less if he never had any further contact with his old man. Yeah, he'd missed Stevie, although not as much, considering the shitty way the little bastard had tricked his lover into believing he was being abused by their father. Stevie still had an ass-kicking coming to him and as soon as he set foot on Simon's property, James was gonna blister his butt.

"James? Did you hear me? Your father and Stevie will be home in two weeks."

"Yeah, I heard ya." James picked his Coke up and rubbed it against his forehead, trying to stave off the sudden headache that was pounding away in his brain. "Thanks for the head's up, Sally. And give your mom a hug for me, okay?"

"I will, James. See you in two weeks."

"Yeah, in two weeks. Bye." James hung up the phone and stared unseeingly out the door leading to the back patio. Man, what he'd give to be an emancipated teenager. Maybe Simon's lawyer could tell him what to do in order get free of his dad.

Finishing his Coke, James made his way upstairs to the bedroom he shared with Simon and quickly changed into a pair of cutoffs. Time to start studying for tomorrow's final in English, he thought and what better place to do so than down by the pool.

Fifteen minutes later, James was rounding the last set of shrubs that hid the pool from prying eyes and discovered his study spot was already occupied by Sharrie, her daughter Chloe and a strange man. His attention was drawn immediately to the long-haired stranger and the welcoming smile on his face. Sky blue eyes crinkled at the corners as the man waved him forward.

"Looks like we have company, my dear."

"James! Finished with school?" Sharrie lifted Chloe out of the shallow end of the pool and laughed when her daughter waddled toward her favorite teenager.

James tossed his book on the grass and was about to claim the nearest deck chair when strong hands landed on his shoulders and slid possessively down his arms.

"Here, let me help you."

James glanced over his shoulder and discovered the stranger standing behind him. "Who the hell are you?"

"Blair. Blair Sandburg. I'm a friend of Sharrie and Dawn's."

Scooping up her daughter, Sharrie approached the two men. "James, this is Blair, a very good friend of ours. He just flew in from LA."

James ripped his gaze away from the blue eyes that were making no effort to hide their interest in his half-naked body. He was about to tell the man to keep his eyeballs to himself when Chloe changed directions and held out her arms to Blair.

"Poppy! Airpwane. Airpwane."

James knew his eyes were bugging out of his head when he turned to Sharrie and questioned, "Poppy? This guy is Chloe's father?"

Sharrie handed her giggling daughter over to Blair and laughed when he lifted Chloe into the air and spun her around several times. "Blair and I have been friends since college and he was the only one willing to donate sperm so that my first wife and I could have a child. He's agreed to do so again with Dawn."

"Red's gonna let that guy fuck her?" James felt his groin grow tight at the thought of Blair naked and ready to ride.

A look of disgust crossed the plump woman's face. "Good Lord, no!" Sharrie quickly exclaimed. "Dawn will be impregnated with Blair's sperm. There'll be no sexual contact between the two of them whatsoever."

"You guys were friends in college? Wow, he doesn't look that old."

Sharrie lightly popped James on the back of the head. "Thanks! I believe you just insulted me."

Grinning wryly, the teen rubbed his abused skull. "Sorry. It's just that you and Dawn are in your thirties and your buddy looks to be about . . . ."

"Blair's twenty-four, if you must know and we met when I went back to school to get my Master's degree."

"Twenty-four, hmmm?" James followed Blair with his gaze as the older man danced around the pool with his daughter and was caught off guard when he deliberately bumped into him. Losing his balance James flailed his arms in the air.

"Sharrie, catch!"

Out of the corner of his eye, James saw Blair quickly relinquish Chloe before grabbing for him and his gasp of surprise was lost in the noise of Chloe's startled cry. Eyes wide with disbelief, James looked down at the hand groping his ass.

"Get your fucking hand off me," the teenager growled softly. "This ass is taken."

"Is that so? Anyone I know? Is your partner into sharing?"

Steadying himself on his crutches, James glared at the man who was now cooing at Chloe. "Can you hand me my book, Sharrie? It's too hot to study out here."

Blair boldly stepped into James' personal space and offered him not only his book but a wicked grin as well. "It is hot, isn't it?"

"Blair, behave," Sharrie directed. "Simon will eat you for breakfast if he finds out you've been hitting on James."

"This glorious specimen of manhood belongs to Simon? Remind me to renew my friendship with Dawn's boss."

Blair finally stepped away and James nearly sighed with relief. Ignoring the playful leer directed at him, he nodded good-bye to Sharrie and ruffled Chloe's hair before swiftly heading back to the house. As soon as he reached the patio, he collapsed into Simon's oversized chair and wiped the sweat from his face.

Shit. Mr. Blair Sandburg was fucking hot. All that long hair and those gorgeous blue eyes. If I wasn't in love with Simon, I would be chasing after that man's fine ass and -----

Simon.

Damn.

Immediately the promise he had made Simon months ago came back to haunt him. //I'm sure as hell not going to run after the next dick that walks by.//

James banged his head on the glass surface of the patio table and cursed the lustful thoughts he had had about Blair Sandburg. Simon was the man he loved, the only man he wanted fucking his ass. Not this stranger - not this stranger with the beguiling eyes.

Digging in his back pocket, James brought out his cell and hit speed dial. He let out another ragged sigh of relief when the drowsy voice of his lover answered.

"'lo?"

"Si? It's James. How'd the surgery go?"

"James?"

Rubbing his hand over his chest in an attempt to ease the ache of loneliness that had swamped his heart, James whispered longingly, "I miss ya, Si."

"Miss you too, Tiger."

"Are you on your way home?"

"Not quite yet. We should be leaving the hotel within the next hour and then it's about three more before we get to Cascade."

James suddenly needed to strengthen his connection to Simon. Dropping his hand to his waist, he unbuttoned his cutoffs and shoved them down his hips. "I need you, Si. Right now. Fuck me with your voice, Si. Please."

"James, I don't think . . ."

"Please, Si. I've got my dick out and it's getting hard just thinking about you talking dirty to me. Come on, Si. Please."

James began to stroke himself as his lover's husky, velvet soft voice wrapped itself around him. The rhythm of his hand increased the deeper and more sensual Simon's voice became and soon the words his lover spoke were unnecessary as James pushed himself over the edge.

"Si! Oh fuck! Si!"

Semen splattered across his chest and James nearly dropped his cellphone when his body convulsed from the waves of indescribable pleasure slamming into it.

"James? Are you okay? Did I . . ."

"Damn, Si! If we could market that voice of yours, we'd be millionaires."

"I've got my million already, Tiger."

Simon's chuckle sent a tingle down James' spine and his laughter soon joined that of his lover's. "Well, then, we'll just have to start working on your next million dollars."

"Love you, James."

"Same here." Cradling the phone closer to his ear, James earnestly whispered, "Hurry home, Si. I miss you like mad and need to feel your arms around me."

"Soon, Tiger. Soon."

James clicked off his cell and scooted further down in his chair, smiling broadly as he licked the evidence of his orgasm from his hand. Tilting his head back, he lightly caressed his cock and contemplated the loving he would share with Simon the moment his lover returned home.

"My, my. You are, indeed, a big guy."

Startled out of his thoughts, James yelped when his hand instinctively clamped down on his shaft. He quickly tucked himself back inside his shorts and snarled at the man standing on the grassy expanse that stretched out from the patio. "What the hell do you want?"

Blair took a step forward and pointed at the blushing teenager. "You. Is that a problem?"

End Work of Desire, Chapter 16 by Angelise: ldcldc@earthlink.net
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